Come fly with me, let's fly away

Today I went to the dentist to take care of some cavities. Luckily, the local anesthetic wasn't working too well, so they doped me up some more and let me alone so it could sink in. Above me, the ceiling played The Princess Diaries- but to my right were my dental records. Inside, I was surprised to find not only that there was a field for the doctor to check if the patient is

( ) Immature
( ) Anxious, worried
( ) Fidgety
( ) Retarded

but (mostly) that none of the above were checked. I was about to engage in hijinks and check one of the above... but got distracted by the Princess's arranged marriage fiasco.